‘We don’t want offshore windmills,’ they said. ‘They ruin the natural beauty of the island. And they will interfere without sunrise ceremonies.’
I had found these to be reasonable objections to the windmill farm off Cape Cod. My mind’s eye pictured hundreds of the things whirling away in the surf, casting shadows over the beach, harshing the mellow of a sunrise ritual … yeah I can see that.
Are you f***ing kidding me?
This is not a spoiled view. This is not going to interfere with a sunrise ritual.
This is people who want teevee, ipods, cheap electricity in a never-was 18th century New England Shangri-La.
Life is not a Maxfield Parrish painting.
Cross posted to Space For Commerce.
